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Joined Jun '14

Yo Beetches!

so, I'm Ember Winchester, or Remember Ember, or E. Winchester, or just simply Em, whatever you wanna call me I guess


About Ember:

Okay. Some stuff you should know about me:

One. I have the occasional 'sailors mouth'. So don't freak if I start yelling every bad word under the sun. Also, if I do that. And it's a bad part in the story (ie someone has died or something) that means you did a good job.

Two. My whole purpose on life is to break feels and create fluff. I like burgers and pie. Sometimes, if I'm feeling generous I might share some of my pies.

I think that's it.


Take 3 minutes to try this. It will freak you out, but absolutely NO, and, because I can, I'll say it again, NO cheating! This game has a funny/spooky outcome. Don't read ahead, just do it in order, give it a try. When you choose the names, make sure it's people that you actually know. In this game you must TRUST YOUR INSTINCTS

1. get a piece of paper and a writing utensil

2. write the numbers 1 to 11 in a column

3. beside 1 and 2, write down any number's you want(ex: 1. 22, 2. 12)

4. beside 3 and 7, write down a name from the opposite sex

5. write down the name of a friend or family member in 4, 5 and 6

6. write down a song title in 8, 9, 10 and 11

7. make a wish!

The outcomes of the game:

1. you must tell, the number of people in space 2, about this game

2. the person in space 3 is the one you love

3. the person in 7 is the one you like but can't work out

4. you care most about the person you put in 4

5. the person that you named in 5 is the person who knows you very well

6. the person you name in 6 is your lucky star

7. the song in 8 matches the person in # 3

8. title in 9 is for the person in # 7

9. the space in 10 is the song that describes your mind the most

10. the 11th song is telling how you feel about life

11. now, if you post this within the next hour it will come true


Mummy...Johnny brought a gun to school

He told his friends that it was cool

And when he pulled the trigger back

It shot with a great crack

Mummy I was a good girl

I did what I was told

I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold

But mummy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye

I'm sorry mummy I had to go, but mommy please don't cry

When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another

And all because he got the gun from his older brother

Mummy please tell daddy that I love him very much

And please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush

And tell my little sister that she is the only one now

And tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best

Mummy I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest

Mummy tell my teachers I won't show up for class

And never to forget this and please don't let this pass

Mummy why'd it have to be me no one deserves this

Mummy warn the others, mummy I left without a kiss

And mummy tell the doctors I know they really did try

I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry

Mummy I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest

But mummy please remember I'm in heaven with the rest

Mummy I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crack

Mummy listen to me if you would

I wanted to go to college

I wanted to try things that were new

I guess I'm not going with daddy

On that trip to the new zoo

I wanted to get married

I wanted to have a kid

I wanted to be an actress

Mummy I wanted to live

But mummy I must go now

The time is getting late

Mummy tell my Chris

I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date

I love you mummy I always have

I know you know it's true

Mummy all I wanted to say is "mummy I love you"

In memory of the Colombian students that were lost

Please if you would

Pass this around

I'd be happy if you could

Don't smash this on the ground

If you pass this on

Maybe people will cry

Just keep this in you're heart

For the people that didn't get to say "Goodbye"


Dear bullies,

See that girl you just called fat? She is starving herself. You know that girl you just called ugly? She spends hours putting on make-up hoping people will like her. That boy you just tripped?He is abused enough at home. See that old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country. See that young boy you just made fun of for always being sick? He has to walk home in the snow cause his family is too poor. That guy you just made fun of for crying? His mother is dying

Re-Post this if you are against bullying. I bet many of you won't. Your life is probably not as harsh as theirs, or you're just a douche-bag.


95% of teens would cry if they saw Justin Bieber at the top of a skyscraper about to jump. 4% would sit there with popcorn and a camera and yell "DO A FLIP!" If you are the 1% that would push him off, copy and paste this into your profile.


FRIENDS VS BEST FRIENDS

FRIENDS: Will help you learn to drive

BEST FRIENDS: Will help you roll the car into the lake so you can collect insurance

FRIENDS: Will sit at the side of the pool with you at that time of the month. (girl thing)

BEST FRIENDS: Will throw you a towel and push you in.

FRIENDS: Gives you their umbrella in the rain.

BEST FRIENDS: Takes yours and says, "Run - beep - run!"

FRIENDS: Will help you move.

BEST FRIENDS: Will help you move the bodies.

FRIENDS: Will bail you out of jail.

BEST FRIENDS: Would be in the room next to you saying, "That was awesome! Let's do it again!"

FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.

BEST FRIENDS: Helps themselves and are the reason why you have no food.

FRIENDS: Will help you find your way when you're lost

BEST FRIENDS: Will be the one messing with your compass, stealing your map and giving you bad directions


98 percent of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy & paste this in your profile.

92 percent of teenagers would die if Abercrombie and Finch told them it was uncool to breathe. If you're part of the 8 percent that would be laughing your ass off at them, copy this and paste it to your profile.

There's nothing wrong with arguing with yourself. It's when you argue with yourself and LOSE when it's weird. If you agree, copy this and put it in your profile.

93 percent of teens would have a severe emotional breakdown if someone called them a freak. If you're a part of the 7 percent who would ask the person, "What was your first clue?", copy this into your profile

97% of teens only see the Transformers franchise because of Shia La Beouf or Megan Fox. Copy and paste this into your profile if you're the other 3% that goes to see things explode and robots beating the slag outta each other!

Many people want very badly for fictional characters to exist. Little do they realize, that anything you can think of really can exist, in a different dimension. Considering the fact that there are an unlimited amount of dimensions, any kind of fictional character and/or universe really does exist! Copy and Paste this onto your profile if this made you have an amazing epiphany, and made you very happy (Also add your name to the list). District X, Nightlightbee, CaMaRoFaN14, JustMakeLeftTurns, Makkenna Witwicky, Transformers girl 1234, Makayla Mckinze, ninjapanda16, Son of Hades 12, Remember_Ember


PLEASE READ (I just HAD to repost this! If you read till the end you'll see why. I hope you repost it too!)

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.' Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'

His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'

'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check Again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!' Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''

'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

'My mommy loves white roses.'

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Re-post this message, or 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

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